u/UnidentifiedOrgans

(apologies for the formatting, I'm on mobile and don't post to reddit enough to learn how to format correctly. Also tell me if I tag incorrectly, I'll change it if so)

I've been with my boyfriend since freshman year. I know most of the time high-schools sweethearts don't work out, but we've been going strong for a while. I haven't dated anyone other than him, I never cared for any of the other boys at school. After school we both got jobs and moved into my Nana's house that was left for me when she died. My boyfriend was a bit of a homebody, which I don't mind. He did his share of chores around the house and made his money being a freelance accountant or whatever. I didn't ask about it much because I honestly didn't care as long as he was happy. And we were happy for a couple years. I mowed lawns for rich-people neighborhoods and that got me good money, but it did keep me out of the house. That's why it took me so long to notice that my boyfriend was leaving. At first it was probably just when I was working, but then he started getting home late. I didn't ask at first. He just said he was meeting with clients, which I guess was plausible looking back, but I adored and trusted him with all my heart. I started getting suspicious when he came back smelling bad. My boyfriend isn't vain or obsessed with his image, but he's not athletic at all, which I am okay with, so I dont know what he could have been doing to smell that rank. He progressively started reeking worse and worse like the skin under a band-aid you've left on for a day or so. His sex drive didnt go down though, but honestly I couldn't stomach sleeping in the same room as him much less roll around in the sheets with him. So I guess it was a blessing that he started coming home after my bedtime. Looking at him in the past few weeks, I don't think he's changed his clothes once, or showered. He's stopped doing his chores too. The drains have started building up gunk and draining so much slower, and when I snake them, little detached bug legs came up on the snake. The other day I mentioned an hiring an exterminator, for some reason I had to explain the concept of a pest exterminator, and then he freaked out and threatened to leave me if I didn't cancel the appointment. I've just been so stressed lately trying to clean out the gunk in every nook and cranny of the house. I don't dare step into the guest, now his, room and try to clean it. Even walking by it makes me dry heave. I love him so much, but I'm not sure if I can love him any longer if he keeps doing thjs stuff. Im sure he'd find a new girl. Maybe he already has and he's trying to provoke me into breaking up with him. He flips his lid if he even sees me scoop a bug into a glass and try to put it outside. Im just so confused and getting scared.